Asuka Youyou stared at her own shoe soles, afraid to look up, her small hands incessantly twisting the hem of her skirt. Seeing this, Ryoma Echizen reached out and grasped her hand, smoothing out her fingers before letting go just as quickly.
"You don't have to give me an answer. This is my own wishful thinking; let's just let things take their natural course."
The boy’s voice was incredibly soft. Sunlight spilled onto his face, gilding it with a layer of shimmering golden light, making his beautiful brows and eyes look as though they had been painted by a master.
Chapter 118